Janet likes Magnus, pretty much, even though he does not seem like he's as old as he claims to be. It's fine either way; she had her first margarita as a teenager. From her bag, she starts drawing some supplies: a tattoo gun, but notably one with no cord, a few tattoo needles, the sketch Galahad originally gave her, some Telfa pads, a Tupperware of sheep's blood. You know, normal tattooing supplies. "She's pretty ugly," Janet says, "but I bet she'll look badass when she's done growing."